smell foul, like feet
encased in dirty sheets;
thank you, but I’ll just stick to meat
When I was a little girl, I really disliked beets. Now, I will consume them with pleasure. I suppose that my taste buds had to mature in order to enjoy them.
Is there a traditional Thanksgiving food that you have/had an aversion to? If you eat this food now, what swayed your taste buds into liking it? Merely the passage of time? I would be interested to hear your stories.
Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Americans! I hope that you are able to spend the day with loved ones–whether that means family, friends, or both.
and false fancies
betray the feisty fakes
who have been attempting to seize
who is beneath
your silk, adumbral wale?
such bewitching crimson lips wreathe
line the pathways
that we aimlessly traipse
along, beneath sun’s thrashing rays
echoes bounced round
crazed, frightened faces, thick
with dread as screeching manes crowned
that behind yon turbid
welkin, glide sprites who stabilize
for the children,”
Ma squawked with cheerful punch,
while beheading a husky hen
do be silent,
for, there, prowling above
this den, is the spy who was sent
flames fall upon
her skeletal shoulder
as this dolorous antiphon
veiled in burlap
sway in the midnight breeze
when our driver stops to rewrap
LVIII is a bit dark.